Thor held the haft of his hammer with a hand that was covered withgolden rings. He squeezed it reassuringly. It felt familiar and comfortable inhis hand. He started laughing then, a deep, booming laugh.“What I say,” said Thor, in a voice like thunder, “is that you should nothave taken my hammer.”He hit Thrym with his hammer, only once, but once was all it took. Theogre fell to the straw-covered floor, and did not rise again.All the giants and ogres fell beneath Thor’s hammer: the guests at thewedding that was never to be. Even Thrym’s sister, who received a bridal gift she had not been expecting.

Freya’s Unusual Wedding